A Jar of Coins

A jar of coins
Set aside for another day
Corner of a dresser
Where once sat
A woman’s brush
In its place, now
A layer of dust
Telling a tale
Of lost love, when love
Was not enough
If only we had taken
The time to stand still
Even once
In the open courtyards
Beyond the barred windows
And barricaded doorways
We would have seen
There is no greener grass
Than that which grows
Beneath our feet
And still grows, to this day
Even when we see only dirt
Upon which to stand

95 comments

  1. Fantastic poem, River. A perfect illustration of our tendency not to fully appreciate what we’ve got until it’s gone. I love the allusions to dust and grass, both growing over time. Real lump-in-the-throat stuff. Love it. 🙂

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  2. Reblogged this on Diary of a would-be novelist and commented:
    Being busy with work and other stuff means I’m not blogging much at the moment. When I can, I’m writing in my notebook and working on projects. I’m also still enjoying reading other people’s blogs for pleasure and for inspiration. One of my favourites is River Dixon’s The Stories In Between.
    Here is a recent poem from River’s blog. Go check it out.

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